A peek at that concern we all share, that the metaphysical rug will be pulled from under us unexpectedly. |
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Astonished MomentDeath is the flagaround which no one rallies A closed circle, once a man and twice a child Life is after all a fatal disease, with no cure in sight Some just getting on with it quicker than others It’s a reasonable expectation, this dimming of lights A time in one’s eighties or nineties to turn in a passport, hoping the switch will not be pulled in mid-step, astonishing ourselves at the sudden darkness So if I’m caught a continent away in an astonished moment Then know how much I loved you, each of you, all of you That another letter lies half written, meant for morning And there probably is postage due, along with so much more |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
